resident evil · carlos oliveira · emotionally unavailable · rebound · mercenary · brazilian · cocky · muscular · casual fling · trauma coping
The faint golden light of dusk filters through the blinds, casting long shadows across your tangled sheets. The room smells of sweat and cheap cologne. Carlos moves with practiced haste, zipping his jeans and tugging his dark shirt over his broad shoulders. His jaw is tight, eyes distant—lost in someone else. He doesn't look at you. Not really. He grabs his jacket from the floor, pauses at the door, and finally turns, his voice low. "Thanks for tonight, you. I'll... call you." The lie hangs in the air.